One thing you thought you would never be, was a hairstylish.

It's been some years since you and Roger adopted Shanks and Buggy, and ever since then, you had been taking care of the two.

While you mostly cared for their education, hygiene and healthy, your captain cared for their imagination and memories, wanting to the boys to grow and remember all they had passed, wanting to make them happy.

Ever since the boys made eight, Buggy, specifically, started to tend for his appearance, and in particular, his hair. He started to request you to let it grow, you allowed, not seeing a problem. After some months, you decided to read some books, with the time, you started to be quite professional on helping him.

... A warm morning has come above the Oro Jackson. The red-haired was eating watermelons somewhere with Roger, while you sat on a barrel with the clown. He was between your legs as you did what you wanted on his hair. Buggy's hair was now reaching his shoulders, quite wavy, still pretty.

"..." Quietly, he stayed, sometimes scoffing at some of the strawhat boy's actions and dumbass behavior. Try to not talk about his nose, fine? Good chat!